This time i was going for good, i wasnt coming back.
Okay lets just say, i have a rough time being and living at him. I have been beaten multiple times by my father and dont even get me started with my mother. I have also left this house multiply and returned home, but this time there was no coming back.
It was officially 12:03pm and it was the perfect timing to leave. I lightly dropped my my 2 bags on the grass from my window, i climbed down onto the roof for the varander on the first floor, and jumped off lightly. I picked up my bags and walked. Walked for as long as a could and as far as i could.
It was pitch black and i couldnt even read the street signs. I was lost, but this is what i wanted. As a slowly stop, i place one bag on then floor. I needed a break, but i needed to be go.
"um.. are you alright?' i heard a light voice peep from behind me. I jumped, no one should be out at this time.
"uh, yes im fine" and with that i picked up my bag and was about to continue to walk until a tight grip took place on my wrist.
" no your not, you not fine. Babe, why are you out so late?" the voice spoke. Babe?
"uh, um its actually a long story" i studerred as i tried to loosen the tight grip on my wrist.
"i know you not. I have done the same thing, run away at midnight so no one notices. Your not going to be safe out there. Want to spend the night at mine?"
"i dont even know you, who are you?"
"Im cameron, babe you can trust me im not going to rape or do anything stupid like that too you. Im not that kind of person and hey, i've been in this situation"
before i cold say anything, he was pulling me in the direction to his house
"Um cameron, i dont know if this is a good idea" i spoke quietly.
"Its a great idea. Please just come with me" i smile to myself.
"Just be quite" he smirks.
